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Shade of lilac by XeniaChowaniec

The minute I saw the thumbnail for this piece I was already amazed by how beautiful it was and then when I saw full view I was blown aw...


For an hour Kíli had spent on the phone trying to comfort Tauriel who had not come over the shock of finding out her brother had left to Mordor. He felt incredibly useless as he promised her everything would be fine, while not being able to hold her. He waved her constant apologies away, she needed him and he would be there for her, always.

She told him about Arwen and Éowyn and he heard the pain in her voice. Having met Arwen he couldn’t imagine the girl doing anything to hurt her friend. He’d suggested that perhaps they wanted to protect her from such news because they knew she never would have gone to the birthday is she had know. If this was the case than Kíli wholeheartedly thanked them. But as much as he was happy she hadn’t known about this yesterday, he understood her pain. He would flip if anyone would do that to her. Legolas and possibly had terribly underestimated her, thinking she wouldn’t be able to handle it. She was one of the strongest people he knew and if she had known she would have dealt with it far better than now. She was realistic enough to get over it; she didn’t have any choice.

He had made her promise to talk to her friends the next day after she had slept a little. Then he told her to come over in the evening at his mother’s insistence who had heard enough of the conversation to understand what was going on. Dís had planned some distraction for the girl. Also Gimli would still be there, he had seen Mordor and perhaps he could help her understand Legolas’ situation better.

Hanging up his heart felt heavy and he took a while to process what had happened before he told his family, who had all looked at him questioning. Their reactions were shocked at the news.

“Poor girl!” Arild exclaimed. “To be left in the dark like that, by her brother especially. Are they close?”

Kíli thought about the blond man, the way they seemed to move in perfect synchronization with each other and his protective attitude around Tauriel. Yes he could definitely see they were close, which Tauriel confirmed through all her stories of her past. Legolas very often appeared in them. Kíli would be lying if he said he hadn’t at times felt jealous and even threatened by the man. But apart from being incredibly angry at the guy for hurting Tauriel like this, he realized, dreadfully, that he did respect him more. He had to admire his bravery; for heading to one of the most dangerous places in the world to help out, it was quite admirable.

He couldn’t help but wonder if Tauriel would have been as upset if he had gone.

By the time the sun came back up Tauriel had slept minimally. She had half hoped that by waking up she would realize it had all been a bad dream and she would soon hear Legolas go downstairs. He was very much a morning person, rising with the sun. But of course, it hadn’t been a dream and she lay in bed feeling empty. Her talk with Kíli last night had definitely helped her. He understood her strong bond with Legolas, a bond similar to the one he shared with his own brother.

She had listened to what he had said about Arwen and Éowyn and she felt incredibly guilty about her outburst. They were both dealing with loss and if they had tried to protect her from feeling the same, it would have been one of the nicest things rather than acts of betrayal.

And so she waited for the hours to fly by until it was a respectable time to call her friends. She listened to the birds that were starting to sing and read the texts for university that she had fallen behind on, anything to keep her mind from Mordor. She had come to the realisation that she wasn’t even able to reach Legolas by phone, and she desperately tried to push away the constant feeling of fear in her stomach.

Once she saw the hour turn to be nine in the morning, she gave in, not being able to wait any longer. She picked up her phone and dialled Arwen’s number. Propping herself up against her bed’s headboard she took a shaky breath. She could imagine Arwen’s anger, what she had said was really unforgivable. She heard the phone dial and within seconds her friend’s voice came through the line.

“Tauriel?” came a voice heavy with sleep and she felt terribly guilty.
“Arwen… oh I am so sorry…” Tauriel started but her friend cut her off.
“No, Tauriel listen, I am sorry. I never should have listened to Legolas and you have every right to be mad at me. I only heard about his leaving from Aragorn, who swore me to secrecy and when I confronted Legolas he made me promise not to tell you. And you were so happy with Kíli, I couldn’t dare to tell you. I am so sorry for being such of a coward.”
“No Arwen, I don’t think you’re a coward, not at all, you were and always have been my friend. I so want to take back the words I said last night. I just couldn’t understand, I didn’t want to understand…”
“I know…”
“Can you forgive me for such words?”
“Can I…can you forgive me for not telling you?”
“Of course I can. And you are not the coward, Legolas is for not being brave enough to face my anger.”
“Legolas was only trying to help Tauriel, as crazy as it sounds, not that I agree with him of course.”
“Yeah… I can see his reasons… Did um Éowyn know about it?”
“Éowyn only knew that night. Apparently Faramir had told her. She was going to ask you about it but I told her to shut up. She didn’t like that of course. I think if it had taken me longer to find my make p supplied she probably would had said something.”
“I am glad she didn’t…” Tauriel admitted softly. “I should probably call her later.”
Yeah…” Arwen agreed softly and there was a pause.
“How…um…how are you feeling?” She carefully asked.
“Empty… I just… I am still so angry,” Tauriel told her, “Not at you, but at him, at this war…” she quickly added.
“I understand, if Aragorn was here right now, I would punch him…several times…” her friend agreed. “But life goes on, they have decided to go, so we have to make the best of it.”
“Will it get better?”
“I don’t know, it hasn’t felt any better, but I do advise you not to have a radio or tv on somewhere, it’s just terribly distracting.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“So… do you want to tell me about the party, Elladan told me you stayed.” Her friend asked and Tauriel could picture her face in front of her, her eyes curious and a sly grin on her face.
“It was great, the party was amazing. Everyone was so friendly, his mother loves me and even his uncle seems to tolerate my presence. Their parties are quite…different from ours.” Tauriel told her, her heart lifting as she remembered the great time she had. She knew this answer would only partially satisfy her friend who wanted to know some very specific things.
“Oh great! See I told you, you didn’t have to worry. How did Kíli find your dress?”
“He liked it a lot, kept telling me how great I looked.”
“Good, good… and then?”
“And then I stayed over at his place, the party was only just getting started when your family left.”
“Yes and then?”
“Then what?” She heard Arwen sigh dramatically.
“I swear you’re doing this on purpose, do I have to literally pull it out of you?”
“You know I am terrible at giving you details.”
“Oh but so there are details to give?” and Tauriel laughed.
“I had a great evening Arwen, he… it was great. There, happy?”
“No, but this answer will do for present. He really makes you happy doesn’t he?”
“Yes he does. I love him.”
“Oh gosh, this is so romantic.”
“You think everything is romantic.”
“Hey! I know a great romantic story when I see one. Come on think about it! Son and daughter of two opposing companies meeting and falling on common grounds, against all the odds.” And Tauriel laughed.
“You’re making it sound a lot more dramatic then it has been.”
“I am just more cultured. Thranduil should have taught you that. Talking about Thranduil, how is he doing?” Tauriel sighed thinking of her guardian.
“I don’t know, it’s very hard to tell.”
“It’s hard to tell with him anyway.” Arwen commented dryly.
“True, but he seems to be ok. He’s terribly hurt obviously and worried for Legolas, afraid of losing him too. But he at least got to say good-bye and so he’s keeping himself strong, as always. In a weird way, it might have actually helped our relationship.”
“Well I am glad to hear that he appears to be coping, and I know you will too. Dad will probably come by in the next few days. Apparently Elladan has been talking more about Mordor than dad likes.”
“Oh god, not Elladan too.” Tauriel said in shock. She could practically hear Arwen shake her head.
“Apparently it’s in our blood. Let’s just hope he’s not stupid enough.”
“So… any plans today. That’s another thing that helps, keep busy. I can’t be alone in my room too long before I go crazy.”
“Yeah I was planning on keeping busy for a while. There’s an archery competition coming up soon, so more excuse to practice. Kíli’s mother invited me over for dinner tonight. So working on that project for the rest of the day I think.”
“Oh good! When is the competition, Éowyn and I would love to come watch.”
“It’s in three weeks from now. It would be great if you guys came. I had actually been thinking before Aragorn left that we three should introduce the boys to Kíli. I mean I want him to get to know you guys as well, you’re also part of my life.”
“Even without Aragorn here, I think that’s a great idea. Éowyn can’t wait to finally meet him.”
“Well we will figure something out. I am gonna hang up and make some breakfast.” Tauriel said.
“Yes of course. Enjoy your day, it might be hard, but everything will be fine.”
“Thanks, you too. And Arwen, again, I am sorry.”
“I know and so am I. I am glad you called.”
“Me too.”
“Bye love.”

Putting her phone down, Tauriel leaned back to rest. She was glad Arwen didn’t blame her for overreacting, and glad she heard the full story. She could definitely imagine her and Legolas’ intentions. If only she hadn’t been so impulsive… but at least she was forgiven.

Softly she heard someone downstairs turning on the espresso machine, which made its usual rattling noise. Thranduil must be up as well. She sent Kíli a message saying that she had talked to Arwen and all was fine, thanking him for his help last night. Pushing the covers off her and throwing on jeans and a shirt she made her way downstairs. Normally she’d enjoy a shower now, but she’d skipped dinner last night and her body was begging to be fed.

As she came down stairs she suspicions were confirmed as she saw Thranduil move with in the kitchen. She smelled freshly baked bread in the air and happily walked to the kitchen.
“Good morning Tauriel.” He said, without turning around. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Much better, thank you.” She told him as she put some plates down on the table, before turning to the coffee machine. “Did you know I was awake.”
“I had a feeling you would be.”
“I talked to Arwen this morning.”
“Well last night… I said some pretty horrible things to her… I was some mad.”
“You’ve always been reckless, doing before thinking.”
“Yes, well I realized and called her again.”
“She forgave me, thankfully.”
“I would have no doubt that Arwen would forgive. She is far too kind.” And Tauriel laughed.
“Thanks.” She said sarcasm lining her voice. She looked at him. His clothing was impeccable as usual and his face looked calmer, telling her he was feeling better than last night. His silver blond hair was tied of at the ends to keep it out of his face, a hairstyle he generally adopted while cooking.
“How are you feeling?” and he looked at her and she saw a sparkle of a smile in his eyes.
“Better, well as good as can be. I have to say I am glad to not live with this burden in secrecy anymore.”
“Have you heard from Legolas?”
“Not much, he’s still travelling. We’ll probably get news tomorrow when he arrives at his post. Which reminds me,” and out of his pocket came a business card. “His contact details are on here. Try not to bombard him.” With a smile Tauriel took the treasured information from him.
“I’ll try not to.”

The bread was done, sliced in perfect slices. They prepared and eat their bread in silence, but it was a comfortable one. It had been a while since they had eaten together. With the three of them having busy schedules of their own, it generally meant that meal times were not together, something Tauriel realised she had missed.

“I missed this.” She told him and he nodded. “It’s rather ironic that Legolas always tried to force us to eat together, and that now that he’s gone, we finally do.”
“Yes indeed. He would be happy to hear it.”
“Yes…” she said and as she took another bite of her bread a memory came to mind, an old one. She was a young child, her feet swinging from a high wooden chair, not being able to touch the ground. The table she was sitting on was white and filled with fruits and jams, as well as syrups and chocolate. The smell of pancakes filled the air. Strong sunlight came from the windows and she remembered it being summer. Her parents sat on either side of her, they faces weren’t clear but she could tell their outline, her mother’s red hair and her father’s blond locks. They were smiling at her, happiness radiated from them during this normal happening. Tauriel came back to the present, looking slightly dazed.
“I used to eat like this with mum and dad.” She said though with a slight hesitation in her voice, as if asking a question. Thranduil looked up at her, his eyes curious.
“You remember?” He asked and she looked back at him.
“I do… well just now… I remembered just now. During the summer, it was a very warm summer.” Thranduil didn’t say anything but his eyes had grown hard, concern lining his face.
“Have you been remembering anything else?” He asked and she was slightly taken back by the strange question.
“Well no, not really…although…” She thought back of the time in Lothlórien forest with Kíli.
“Yes?” Thranduil urged.
“Well not so much as remembering I think, but not too long ago I was in the forest with Kíli. It was the day after Boromir’s funeral and I was very upset. We decided to go shooting and at one point it seemed as if I was in a kind of trance, as if I had fallen asleep and had a nightmare.”
“What was the nightmare?”
“It wasn’t very clear… it seemed like a battlefield, or at least people were fighting, they were shadows and chasing me… it was all very dark.” She looked at him, a frown now clearly present on his face.
“Have you been having these dreams often.”
“No thank heavens, it was only that time. I was very upset.”
“Yes of course.” He murmured and then his frown lifted and he even smiled. “You’ve always had a wild imagination.” And Tauriel laughed.
“That’s true.”
“And always so scared of small things.” He teased.
“Small things? Oh come on, I was never afraid, Legolas was the coward.”
“At times yes, but as a child you were so afraid of spiders.” And Tauriel shivered.
“I still don’t like them.”
“And you could never stand the dark.”
“There are many people afraid of the dark.” And Thranduil huffed.
“It’s an entirely irrational fear.” He said and Tauriel rolled her eyes.
“Well we can’t all be as brave as you.” And he smiled.
“No, no indeed.”

They resumed their delicious meal and cleared up.
“I have a meeting tonight, so I won’t be here for dinner.” Thranduil told her and she shrugged.
“That makes two of us.”
“Oh?” He raised his dark eyebrow.
“Mrs Durin, Kíli’s mum invited me over for dinner.”
“How lovely.” He said dryly and Tauriel gave him a look.
“She’s very nice as is the rest of his family.” She told him and he laughed.
“Yes I am sure Thorin is a pleasure to be around.”
“Ok, well maybe not him, but he’s not that bad. He seems to tolerate me.”
“Which is more than most people can say of him.”
“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“Possibly. Just don’t expect me to throw huge dinner parties like Mrs Durin seems to do. I’d like to keep my house intact.
“We can always give them Legolas’ room to trash.” She muttered and Thranduil gave her a slyly smile.
“I’ve taught you well… but no.” and she laughed.

She was about to go upstairs again when Thranduil, who was busy putting on his jacket to leave to his office, called her. His hair was released for the hair tie, falling around him so perfectly it was almost frightening.
“Yes?” She asked and his ice blue eyes locked with hers. He seemed to think over what he was about to say, choosing his words carefully.
“Have…fun tonight and get home safe.” He told her and she smiled.
“Thank you, I will. You enjoy you’re evening too.” He was about to leave when he turned once more.
“I am glad you’re still here Tauriel.” He said softly, almost too soft for her to hear, but she did and smiled even more widely this time.
“I am glad too Thranduil. Now go before you kill yourself with such heartfelt words.” She teased and he gave her a grin before walking out.

She couldn’t belief, that in his own weird way, he had basically said he cared for her. While missing the presence of Legolas terribly, at least she and his father were making steps, albeit baby steps, to getting closer to a father-daughter relationship, which was more than she could have asked for.

She reached her bedroom and checked her phone. Kíli long replied to her message saying how glad he was everything seemed to be better than last night. He asked if he should pick her up that evening. She smiled.

‘Only if it’s with that sexy motorbike of yours xxx.’ She sent. Within seconds there was a reply.

‘Deal my lady. Prince on the motorbike coming your way xxx’

Laughing she walked off to take a well deserved shower.
Shooting Starlight Ch.13 Apologies
Chapter thirteen in my fanfic that mixes The Hobbit and LOTR characters and puts them in a modern (AU) setting.

Chapter 1: 
Shooting Starlight Ch.1 Lothlorien Academy
Chapter 2: Shooting Starlight Ch.2 Caramel Macchiato
Chapter 3: Shooting Starlight Ch.3 Peace at Rivendell
Chapter 4: Shooting Starlight Ch.4 Freckles
Chapter 5: Shooting Starlight Ch.5 Amralime
Chapter 6: Shooting Starlight Ch.6 Doubt
Chapter 7: Shooting Starlight Ch.7 Choices
Chapter 8: Shooting Starlight Ch.8 Blue
Chapter 9: Shooting Starlight Ch.9 Unfair
Chapter 10: Shooting Starlight Ch.10 The Leave
Chapter 11: Shooting Starlight Ch.11 Thorin's Birthday
Chapter 12: Shooting Starlight Ch.12 Gone
Chapter 13: Here

You can also find it on my account under the name Shooting in Starlight:

But also on Archive of Our Own:…

I hope you all enjoy it and please comment to let me know what you think! :) (Smile)
Ithtirion bounced up and down in excitement, gripping on to the railings to get a closer look. Rivendell, or Imladris as his mother called it, was vast and beautiful and so different from the glittering halls of Erebor, charming Dale or the statuesque Mirkwood Realm that he was used to. There was the sound of a blasting horn and to the dwelfs greatest amazement and glee he saw several elven warriors return to the city upon horseback. Their armour glittered in the late sunlight, banners flying in the wind. Ithtirion tried to get even closer, pushing himself from the railing. Within a second he felt a firm grip on the back of his tunic that pulled him away before he lost his balance.

Slightly dazed he looked up and his leaf green eyes met his father’s brown ones. Kíli gave his son a stern look and Ithtirion gave his father a sheepish grin, trying to look as innocent as possible.
“I only wanted to look.” He said with a slight shrug in his shoulders.
“Dangling over a railing isn’t the best place to get a closer look my boy. Be more careful, you could have fallen.”
“But I didn’t.”
“You would have. Now if you want to get a better look, go downstairs, the normal way. Falling down is a quicker but less effective way I am afraid.”
“Alright!” the young lad chirped and was about to turn to the stairs when his father halted him once more. He crouched down to the child’s height. Kíli still marvelled at his son who seemed to be the perfect blend of both him and Tauriel. He had the same thick dark brown hair as well as his thicker eyebrows. But his eyes were his mother’s; his nose was slimmer and his skin more pale with a few lost freckles on his nose. He still did not show any signs of beard growth, though Kíli himself, sporting a short but thick beard, had been very slow at growing one too. He grinned at his son’s wild hair that seemed adamant on escaping from its clasp. Quickly Kíli released the hair that was pulled back and thread his fingers through the strands before gathering the hair out of his son’s face and bond it back.
“There, now you look presentable.” He said and Ithtirion rolled is eyes. “Now promise me you’ll be careful, you’re mother will go mad if you get yourself hurt and then it will be my fault.” And his son grinned cheekily.
“Yes khagam.” He promised and as Kíli released him he sprinted down the stairs without looking back.

Kíli laughed as the boy reminded him way too much of himself at that age. With every passing day he realised what his mother must he gone through with him and Fíli around, making her life difficult.

“Of course I’d blame you, he gets it from your side.” A voice floated onto the balcony and Kíli looked up with a grin. Tauriel stood in the archway, a light green gown floating around her that complemented her long flaming hair and bright green eyes. A simple golden circlet rested on her head, her marriage braids, identical to Kíli’s hanging beside her face. She smiled at him.

Beside her stood their young daughter, who held on to her fingers with her small hands to keep her balance. His smile widened and within seconds he’d scooped down and picked up his daughter twirling her in the air, the girl madly giggling, smiling with a toothy grin. She had inherited her mother’s red hair a splash of freckles that contrasted with her large sparkling brown eyes that came from him.
“My darling Amrâliel! How are you doing today?”
“Fine khagam.” She giggled putting her small hand on his cheek. “Nana said we could go see the horses.” The girl told him, looking back at her mother to make sure the promise still held.
“But of course!” Kíli told his girl. “Your nadad is already downstairs.” He shifted his daughter to his left side, supporting her easily with one arm. With his other hand he reached out for his wife. With a smile Tauriel laced her own fingers through his. He reached up to give her a kiss.
“Amrâlimê.” He murmured and she smiled kissing him on his cheek.
“Meleth nîn.” She said back so softly it was like a whisper. Hand in hand they walked down the stairs, their daughter marvelling at Rivendell.

They had only arrived the night before, stopping here on their way to the Shire. Bilbo had invited them over for tea. They had last seen him at their wedding 20 years ago and Bilbo was curious to see their dwelfling children. It wasn’t something new, everywhere they went people from all kinds of races seemed in awe of their children. Apart from the fact that they existed, which was a feat in itself, they seemed to be perfect mix of dwarf and elf. In fact most remarked that they resembled the race of men the most, not including their slightly pointed ears. It had been a long and difficult road till now, with many more challenges on the way for the small family. But Kíli and Tauriel were so happy to simply to be together, being able to raise two wonderful children that every day felt like a blessed day.

They arrived in the courtyard where the leader of the party was reporting to Lord Elrond. The other elves were busy dismounting and patting their horses dry. Ithtirion was buzzing around, in awe by the warriors and their large horses. When Kíli and Tauriel reached Lord Elrond, Ithtirion had managed to get the attention of one of the elves and was firing questions at him. The elf with long brown hair calmly answered his questions one by one, not seeming to mind the young boy’s rapid pace. Others around to pair looked at the scene amused. It was rare to see elf children, especially a dwelfling, and thus all were treasured and treated with the outmost care and kindness.

Greeting Lord Elrond, Tauriel laughing made her way to her son, rescuing the poor elf from his interrogation.
“Come now elnya, let them rest first. I am sure you can ask all your questions later.” She slightly scolded him and he looked up at her with wide eyes, trying to look innocent. But it had no effect on his mother, as he really knew. Her firm hand on his shoulder told him enough.
“Yes nana.” He said. The elf he was talking to smiled.
“It’s alright Lady Tauriel, your boy is just very curious.”
“Yes I am sure he is, but he does need to learn the best time to ask all those questions of his.” Then she scooped down to Ithnorul and readjusted a strand of hair. “Have you greeted Lord Elrond yet?” she asked and his softly shook his head. Straightening she took his hand in her own. “Well let’s go then, or are you afraid?” The boy looked at her in shock and puffed out his small chest.
“No!” he retorted and to prove it he turned to drag his mother to the elf in question but his mother stopped him.
“What do you say first?” She asked. Quickly realizing his mistake, her son turned back and bowed to the brown haired elf.
“Thank you sir!” then he looked at his mother for confirmation that he did the right thing. She smiled and relieved he set out to where his father was. Tauriel laughed as he tried to pull her with him. She looked back at the elf.
“Le hannon.” She said giving him a nod with her head, the elf returned the nod and turned to his waiting horse, still looking amused.

Ithtirion’s initial burst of bravery seemed to dim down considerably as he approach the elven lord. Only a few steps away he stopped completely. His parents laughed and Elrond himself suppressed a grin. Softly his mother pushed him forward, whispering encouraging words. He glanced at his baby sister who sat in her father’s arms looking entirely calm. He didn’t want to let her see him be afraid even if she was still so young. He clenched his jaw, straightened his shoulders and had a determined look on his face. He took a few steps forward so he stood right in front of the lord, looking into his stormy grey eyes.
“It’s an honour to meet you, Lord Elrond of Rivendell.” The boy said giving him a low albeit stiff bow. It took all Elrond’s willpower not to laugh at the poor boy for he looked very amusing. But he feared it might hurt the boy’s pride. So when the boy rose to look at him, he himself gave the boy a small bow back.
“And it’s an honour to meet you to Ithtirion, son of Kíli, son of stars.” He said seriously before gracing him with a smile. The boy looked at him in awe. “Are you enjoying your stay in Imladris?” and the boy nodded heavily.
“Yes sir!”
“Then after lunch you wouldn’t mind accompanying me to the libraries would you?” Ithtirion’s green eyes grew wide. He had heard many stories of what the libraries of Rivendell possessed and it wasn’t only books. His eyes quickly darted to his parents who gave him an encouraging smile. Then he bowed down again.
“Yes sir, it would be an honour.” And Elrond grinned, the boy reminding him of his own sons.
“Great.” He said and turned to the stairs. Kíli and Tauriel followed him. He didn’t miss Ithnorul shooting to his mother’s side, holding her hand.
“Was that okay?” He asked in a whisper. His mother smiled.
“You were wonderful darling.” And the boy’s shoulders relaxed. As they turned a corner his head shot up, another question coming to mind.
“Yes meleth?”
“Is it true they only have green food here?” Tauriel laughed in amusement.
“Who told you?”
“Uncle Fíli. What if you don’t like green food, do you starve?”
“Oh no darling, Lord Elrond wouldn’t let any of his guests starve and besides, you like green food.”
“Well yes I do, but I was just wondering, what if you don’t?”
“Then I am sure there will be something else if you ask nicely.” The answer seemed to content her son for a little while until another thought sprung to mind.
“Ada doesn’t like green food.” He stated and his father laughed, turning to ruffle his son’s hair.
“Don’t worry son, I’ll manage. You’re mother taught me to like it.” He smiled before turning to his wife. “More like forcing really.” He muttered under his breath and Tauriel winked at him.

Their days at Rivendell passed quickly yet peacefully. Tauriel seemed to come to rest in its lovely halls and Kíli loved seeing her in such a peaceful state of mind. Amrâliel, daughter of love, kept true to her name and had been charming every elf that lay eyes on her. Apart from playing with her brother she could often be found outside with several elves, male and female, that would play with her and allowed her to explore. Her favourite pass time was with the ponies and she had begged her mother to help her ride one and Tauriel obliged. When the girl grew tired she would spend many hours being read to of all the magnificent stories that Middle Earth had to offer.

Meanwhile Ithtirion was questioning anyone that had time to answer. Elrond’s library seemed like a different world all together and he spent hours reading and discovering new things. But he was especially interested in the large armoury where he had found a bow his size. He’d shown it to his father proudly and desperately wanted to learn how to use it. Kíli and Tauriel had always wanted to each their children the ways of fighting they would probably have to use those skills one day. But they were still very young and the parents had planned to wait a few years when they were strong enough. But seeing their son with the bow, they couldn’t resist teaching him the basics, Kíli watching his son proudly during the ‘training’ sessions.  

Before long they saddled up their horses and the travel equipment packed ready to ride to Hobbiton. Lord Elrond and several other elves came down to bid the family farewell. Small gifts for the children were given, who felt like it was Christmas, much to their parents exasperation who didn’t want their children to leave Rivendell completely spoiled.

Saying good-bye to Elrond, Kíli and Tauriel made the lord promise them to keep them up to date with the rather alarming developments in Middle Earth.
“If ever you need a safe house, Rivendell will welcome you.” He said and the couple bowed in thanks. Being parents had changed them from wanting adventure, fighting, and actions, to doing anything to keep their children safe.

Tauriel climbed on her horse with Ithtirion in front of her, while Kíli’s pony carried him and Amrâliel. Waving the children said their goodbyes to the wonderful place and people as their parents brought their horses into gallop.

It took them two days to get from Rivendell to the Shire, taking many breaks in between. The children squealed in delight when the Brandywine River, dividing the Shire with Breeland came into view and in the distance they could start making out several hobbit holes.
“Are we almost there now nana?” Ithtirion asked and his mother smiled down at him.
“Yes we are darling.” And within several minutes they had crossed the river. On the shores of the Shire they dismounted, fearing the small paths would be cumbersome from the horses and the hobbits walking on the road.

As they walked towards Bag End several of the hobbits stared, which was entirely understandable. It wasn’t often that they saw a dwarf or an elf, and much less together, with children cheerfully walking along.

Kíli after all this time still remember the way the Bilbo’s house, unlike his uncle he actually was good with directions. Bilbo had spotted them before they saw him. Knowing his guests could arrive any moment, the hobbit had sat on the bench in his front lawn, enjoying to sunny weather, happily smoking his pipe. He felt entirely content, and was reminded of the day when he had sat on the same place, before Gandalf the Grey had whisked him of for an adventure. An adventure it had been! Though some if not most parts hadn’t been very enjoyable for the poor hobbit, who did indeed prefer his books and armchair to nasty things such as skipping meals, not having handkerchiefs and fighting the occasional orcs, he didn’t regret it for the world. He felt blessed to have seen so many different parts of Middle Earth, meeting interesting folk, and creating ever-lasting friendships.  

As his guests drew closer he got up excitedly and doused him pipe. He opened his front gate. He saw Kíli smiled and wave before shouting loudly.
“Mr Boggins!”
“Kíli Durin!” Bilbo called back, not caring for the scene he was making, several Hobbits turning in their gardens to see what the shouting was about.

Within seconds the dwarf had reached his old friend and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. Bilbo had slightly forgotten the strength of dwarves. He hastily tapped the lad on his shoulder.
“My boy, I do enjoy breathing.” He said faintly and Kíli put him back down grinning.
“It’s great to see you again Bilbo.” He said, his brown eyes earnest and Bilbo smiled at him.
“Likewise of course.” He said before turning to face the beautiful elf in front of him. He bowed slightly before taking her hand and giving it a brief kiss. She laughed as he came back up.
“It’s an honour to see you again Lady Tauriel.” He said smiling at the faint blush that reached her cheeks.
“Oh Mr. Baggins, you haven’t changed, still as charming as ever.”
“What can I say, you’re still as beautiful as ever.” The hobbit slyly retorted and Tauriel laughed again.
“Please, Kíli says nothing but endearments, I do long for normal conversation.” She said sneaking a look at her husband’s reactions, who of course reacted as she hoped.
“Hey! I can speak of other things too! But if you must know, I do mean every single endearment I say.” And his wife gave him cheeky grin.

“What’s an endearment?” came a soft voice and from behind Tauriel, their son appeared, his sister’s hand tightly holding on to his. The adults laughed and Bilbo walked over the children, taking in their appearance.

The boy seemed no more than 7, at least in Hobbit appearances and years, though he knew the boy was born almost 20 years prior to this day. Their growing process would be a fascinating thing indeed, Bilbo decided. The girl was obviously younger, Bilbo guessing her to be 4. But for part dwarven children they did seem rather tall, the boy not being that much smaller than Bilbo himself.

He smiled at them before extending a hand.
“My name is Bilbo Baggins of the Shire, I am a friend of your parents and family. How do you do?” The boy broke out into a grin, taking the Hobbit’s hand and shaking it.
“It’s a pleasure Mr Baggins, I am Ithtirion of Erebor.” His grin reminded Bilbo all too much of his father, who was looking at the scene with a grin of his own. Then he turned his attention to the girl. She had seemed more shy than her brother, but seeing their interaction had made her decide that the man in front of her would be fine and so she gave him a charming smile of her own, eyes sparkling. Bilbo had no doubt she would turn into a head turning beauty like her mother.
“Hi Bilbo, I am Amrâliel of Erebor.” Bilbo laughed and took her small hand to give it a kiss just like he had given her mother. The girl looked at him with huge eyes, blushing in the tips of her pointed ears.
“It’s an honour Lady Amrâliel.” And she giggled before turning her attention to her parents saying rather bluntly:
“He’s funny khagam!” making the adults laugh again and her brother looked rather embarrassed.
“Amrâliel, you can’t say that!” his sister looked at him confused.
“Why not? He is funny.”
“Yes, but its impolite to say that out loud.” Then he bit his lip, looking at his mother a reconfirmation. “Right nana?” His mother smiled.
“Yes darling.” The girl shifted around before shyly looking back at Bilbo, giving him her best puppy eyes.
“I am sorry Mr Baggins.” And he smiled, stood up and took the girl’s hand.
“That’s alright my Lady. Now have you children ever had Hobbiton chocolate milk?” Both heavily shook their head no, their eyes looking at him eagerly.
“Well then you’re in luck because I have some in my pantry, which,” he said, looking at Kíli as the children gave shouts of glee, “I am hoping to keep stacked.” And Kíli roared in laughter, and guided his wife, a hand on her lower back, towards the door, following Bilbo.

The chocolate milk naturally was the best the children had ever drunken and kept asking for more, though their parents ensured they wouldn’t drink too much, afraid it might upset their stomachs.
Dinner was a joyful affair. Bilbo had outdone his cooking, which his guests loved as they told him the latest news from Erebor and Rivendell.
Fíli himself was now father of three, he and his wife blissfully married. Thorin was growing tired of rule and Kíli guessed it was be a matter of time before he retired and let Fíli take his place as ruler of Erebor.
The relations with Dale where always good and even those with Mirkwood seemed to slowly formed into one of civility at best, to one of friendship, though there was still a long way to go.

After dinner, the children were ushered to bed. Normally this would be a painstaking task, but the travel and excitement had made them tired, and in record time they were in their small beds, fast asleep.

The adults sat in the comfortable living room by the warming fire. Bilbo had offered his guests glasses of brandy, which they happily sipped.
“I am glad to hear all is well with Lord Elrond at Rivendell.” Bilbo said before sighing lightly. “I do wish to go back there sometime.”
“Why don’t you?” Tauriel asked him, her kind eyes flickering in the firelight.
“Oh I will of course! But I am enjoying my armchair here. It’s a peaceful life, so peaceful, I some times even forget that our quest was in fact real.” The Hobbit admitted and he saw Kíli nod in agreement.
“So much has happened, it can feel unworldly at times.”
“Hmmm yes. I’d been thinking, to keep myself busy, I now have the time to write my story.”
“Your story?”
“Well our story really, I want to write about our adventure.”
“That’s a lovely idea Bilbo, I know you write very well.” And Bilbo laughed away the compliment.
“I just need inspiration, you know a place to start. Perhaps even just a small part of the whole tale, just so I know how I want to write it.” He slightly mumbled, partly to his guests, partly to himself.
“That does make sense. Can we help you with ideas?” Tauriel asked him and the hobbit looked at her. He looked at her, her marriage braids, before gliding over to Kíli’s, looking at one of the Princes of Erebor. They looked so happy. The love they felt for each other had been said to be many things: untrue, not natural, impossible even. But as Bilbo saw it just there and in the way they looked at the fruits of their union, their wonderful and adorable two children, he could say it was very much real. They had gone through many hardships to be sitting here like this today, with plenty of more hardships to come, and yet here they were, the most unlikely union in Middle Earth, were sitting in Bag End in the Shire. And that’s when the idea came into mind making Bilbo smiled happily.

“I want to write down your story!” He stated happily, looking excited at the couple in front of him. They gave him a look of confusion.
“Our story?” Kíli repeated, unsure if he heard the hobbit correctly. Bilbo nodded.
“But you already know our story Mr Baggins.” Tauriel said.
“Yes, yes I know your story but I want others to know. It’s a marvellous tale. So will you allow me?” He asked and Kíli and Tauriel looked at each other for a moment, silently communicated. Then they turned back, giving him a heart felt smile.
“If you want to, it would be our honour, especially if it can help you with your tale.” Kíli said taking his wife’s hand in his own. “What do you want to know?” Bilbo clapped in his hands happily, sprang from his chair and hurried over to his desk.
“Marvellous…marvellous!” he said grabbing some parchment, a pot of ink and a feather. Then he sat back in his chair by the fire, setting the pot on the small table next to him, resting the parchment on his lap. Feather raise he looked ready to write.
“I need to know everything!” He said and laughed at their shocked expressions.
“Everything?” Tauriel asked.
“Yes, yes everything, from the very beginning! Where was that? The Mirkwood dungeons?” and Kíli grinned.
“Oh no, it would be when the spiders attacked.” He laughed.

And with that Bilbo started writing…
Children of Starlight Chapter 1
Even though I am still busy with my other Tolkien fanfic Shooting in Starlight, this just came to mind and I had to write it. A new story, this time still in the Middle Earth world and time frame. Bilbo wants to write down the Tale of Kíli and Tauriel when they visit him in Bag End with their two children. And so they start telling their story, from the very beginning.

Enjoy! Please comment! I love comments :)

Link to Shooting in Starlight Chapter 1: Shooting Starlight Ch.1 Lothlorien Academy
Chapters 1 until 13 are up, with more to come :)

Ithtirion (son of stars) name is part Khuzdul and part Sindarin. Ithtiri is Khuzdul for stars, while the ending -ion means son in Sindarin.
Amrâliel (daughter of love) is also part Khuzdul and Sindarin. Amrâ means love in Khuzdul, while -iel at the end means daughter in Sindarin

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Tolkien Family Tree by MelATCK
Tolkien Family Tree
So after long hours of puzzling I finally completed the task I've been wanting to do for quite some time, make a Tolkien family tree, partly to help myself understand all the connections and partly just for fun. I hope this helps some people as well.

Technically all relations are canons, there are a few characters that don't appear in Tolkien's world, well they kinda of do. Mainly just the wives of some of the elves, they exist of course, but he doesn't give them a name. But I didn't want to have empty space so I gave them a look and names :P Also Arwen and Aragorn's children, his son Eldarion we know, but apart from that they have a 'several daughters' so I gave them three :) Also I know Finrod and Amarië and Aegnor and Andreth never married, but I love their characters too much to not include them.

Download for full and better view, so you can read all the names :)


Meluinor: Mahtan's wife and Nerdanel's mother

Laurwën: Olwë's wife and Eärwen's mother

Nimdail: Elmo's wife and Galadhon's mother

Saelhen: Galadhon's wife and Celeborn and Galathil's mother

Elwiel: Curufin's wife and Celebrimbor's mother

Glândiel: Galathil's wife and Nimloth's mother 

Eredrîn: Orodreth's wife (son of Angrod) and mother of Finduilas and Gil-Galad

Elarinya and Elladriel (non-identical twins) and Estelwen: the daughters of Arwen and Aragorn.

All characters were made with Dolldivine's Hogwarts Couple Maker:…

I've made another tree that includes the other characters from my fanfiction Shooting in Starlight, which I might post one day :)

My fanfic chapter 1: Shooting Starlight Ch.1 Lothlorien Academy


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Slowly Kíli started to awaken, the sun shining brightly through his bedroom window. His sight was still hazy when he opened his eyes but he liked the fact that the colour he saw was the flaming coppery red that he had grown to love so dearly. Her hair was spread over the pillow, tangling together. Tauriel had wrapped herself in the blankets like a cocoon, but Kíli was delighted to see her shoulder bare. The light creamy skin was dusted with freckles. Softly so not to wake her, he lightly traced them with his thumb. He could still not believe she could find something so beautiful to be a fault while he thought it only added to her perfection. She moved slightly, purring as he drew constellations on her body. Her eyes opened up a little bit, her bright green orbs looking at him, sending shivers through his body.

“Good morning.” She mumbled and he smiled at her. Bending towards her, he kissed her shoulder.
“Good morning to you too Amrâlimê.” He said and she smiled back at him.
“What time is it?” She asked.
“Time for me to make breakfast.” He laughed and sprang out of bed, but before leaving he turned. “Stay in, I’ll call when it’s ready.” Which earned him another smile.
“You’re sweet.”

He put on some coffee while whisking eggs together for French toast. He silently thanked his mother for forcing him and his brother to sit through some of her cooking lessons. At first the lessons seemed torturous but now he was happy he knew the basics, especially when he could show of to his girlfriend. Tauriel was definitely not a morning person, while he, surprisingly, had become one. He loved making her smile in the morning with a well-prepared breakfast.

As the toast splattered in the pan he heard the shower running and smiled. If there was one thing she hated it was not showering in the mornings, especially since they helped wake her up. It also added to the fact that her immense long hair needed time to dry, which it couldn’t at night. Hairdryers were a huge no in her book, only using heat on her hair for special occasions. Kíli found it all quite amusing, but was glad that her didn’t cut her hair despite some people suggesting her to do so, because he loved every strand on her head.

He had just put the toast on a plate and poured coffee when she walked in wearing nothing but one of his sweaters. The grey sweater was nothing special, he often liked to wear it when hanging around his apartment or going out for a jog. But seeing it on her, just barely covering her hips made his heart skip a beat. He suddenly felt quite over dressed in his jeans and t-shirt.
“That’s not fair.” He muttered as she sat down. She looked up at him in surprise with innocent green eyes until she saw his face and smirked. Cheekily she pushed a strand of wet hair behind her ear and smiled.
“What’s not fair?” She asked eyes filled with glee. He reached over and kissed her hard on the mouth before pulling away and taking a seat across from her.
“You dressed in that.” He mumbled and felt himself blush as she giggled. He looked over and was relieved to see her red cheeks and a playful glimmer in her eyes.
“Well I’ll try to play more fair next time.” She told with a wink, eagerly digging in to her French toast.
“The maiden is starving I see.” He grinned and she smiled at him.
“For all the good reasons sir.” And he laughed and reached over to hold her hand. Their fingers interlaced and he brought her hand to his lips.
“Good.”  And now she laughed, confusing him. “What?”
“Who knew the Durin’s could be so romantic?”
“I learned from the best.”
“Not from your uncle I am sure.”
“What do you know about my uncle? What if I told you he is the most romantic of us all?”
“No, impossible!”
“Because that goes completely against my image of him and everything I’ve heard about him.”
“Well then, what did you hear he was?”
“Honestly, anything but romantic and not just him, but his entire family.”
“That hurts. But to be fair, all I was ever told was how uncaring and icy Thranduil and his family were, so you’re a pleasant surprise.” And Tauriel laughed.
“I am glad people were so wrong about us. But I can understand why they think Thranduil is heartless, I at times think the same.” She admitted and Kíli sat a bit straighter, curious.

“Yeah, I mean he can be quite cold and at times very old fashioned. He hated the thought of us, and even now I don’t really know what he thinks about it. But he’s not really heartless. He just has a hard time expressing his emotions.” And Kíli let out a chuckle. Tauriel shot him a look. “Oh come on, as if Thorin is so good at expressing his feelings.”
“No he isn’t either. Fíli and I were lucky with mum, she’s a lot more open.”
“She’s a sweetheart.” Tauriel agreed.
“You only say that because you’ve seen her good side. She is terrifying when she’s mad.”
“You probably deserved it.” And Kíli gave her a hurtful look.
“Me? Never!”
“Oh please, you can’t play innocent with me, you’re reckless. I bet you and your brother were terrors as children.” And Kíli grinned mysteriously.
“You’re poor mother.”
“Oh no, more poor Dwalin.”
“How so?”
“We used to prank him all the time, especially when he started courting my mother.” Tauriel gasped, dropping her fork.
“He what?” and Kíli laughed at her horrified expression.

“Dwalin and my mother. The guy had a crush on her since they were children. But he is my uncle’s best friend, who was very protective of my mother, to her great dismay. So Dwalin never said anything. He left for service for several years, and when he came back my mum had met my dad and they became engaged not too long after.”
“Wow, that must have been painful for him.”
“I don’t know, probably. But he loved my mum and saw that she loved my dad with all her heart, who felt the same about her. I think he gave up and moved on, I know he had a few girlfriends in the past. But when my dad died he was there to support my mother. Of course it took a while before he allowed himself to make any kind of move. I was 14 when he asked my mum out for dinner. I remember Fíli and I being so mad at him we kept terrorizing him for about a month. Of course my mum didn’t know about it, and when she found out she stopped us.”
“Poor Dwalin then, I bet he’s still afraid.”
“And he should be!” Then Kíli grinned. “Nah, it’s fine now. They only started being serious four years back.”
“They waited until you were 18?”
“Yep, I think they hoped that with us being adults and going to university it would be easier.”
“And has it helped?” She asked with a smirk.
“A bit, Fíli and I still prank him from time to time. It was hardest on Fíli. We both grew up with Thorin and Dwalin around, they practically raised us, but Fíli still remembers dad very well, and he didn’t want Dwalin to take his place.”
“I can imagine.”
“But Fíli loves Dwalin though, apart from our uncle, he’s his role model. I wouldn’t be surprised if he names one of his kids after him.” And Tauriel laughed.
“That would be incredibly cute.”
“And incredibly funny. Can you imagine Dwalin handling a baby?” The image of the tall, brute looking man, holding a small squishy baby in his large hands, looking confused and helpless, was too much for the young adults and they both burst out laughing.

Kíli amused her with several more crazy stories of his childhood, and before either of them noticed it was well past noon. Surprised Tauriel checked the time.
“Gosh, I really should get going. Thranduil and Legolas will be worried, and Arwen and I have to work on another project for the coming week.” She had also promised to tell her friend about everything that happened and from experience she knew Arwen hated waiting.
“That’s a shame.” Kíli pouted as they finished the dishes. He looked very adorable with his large puppy brown eyes. Tauriel bend down to give him a kiss on his forehead.
“You know I’d love to stay.” She said, treading her hands through his thick hair. Kíli smiled and pulled her down for a kiss.

What started out as an innocent kiss quickly grew with passion and need from both sides. Tauriel wasn’t quite sure exactly when they had landed back in the bedroom, but she didn’t mind as they kissed and nibbled. Love radiated from every caress, Kíli’s sweater lying abandoned on the floor as they went up in passion.

Afterwards they lay together, both with wicked grins on their faces. He reached out to stroke her face.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” He asked and she smiled.
“Mmm maybe?” She giggled, his expression grew serious, yet she didn’t miss the sparkle in his eyes. He bent over her and started to cover her face with butterfly kisses, murmuring I love you’s after every one. His hands caressed her body until they reached her waist and then he started to tickle her. She shrieked.
“Kíli…no…Kíli stop…haha…I am serious…don’t!” he paid no attention, rather enjoying it.
“Don’t do what darling?”
“Don’t…tickle me!” And he grinned and stopped but straddled her so she couldn’t move.
“Will you look at that? The archery captain is ticklish.”
“Unfortunately,” she sighed dramatically, “my greatest flaw.”
“Definitely, you wouldn’t want people thinking you’re actually a human.” He teased her. “But I am glad to hear your freckles aren’t your greatest enemy anymore.”
“Oh dear here we go again.” Tauriel groaned. “No I don’t hate them anymore.” She admitted causing him to grin.
“And why is that?”
“Oh no, I am not saying, your ego will explode.”
“Because of me, how sweet?” He bend down and gave her a sloppy kiss. Laughing she pushed him away.
“Alright, alright you win.” She said and rose out of bed, trying to locate her bag with clothing. Kíli rolled onto his back, admiring her movements from there, smiling at her happy exclaim when she found the bag.
“Do you have to leave me?” He sighed dramatically as she buttoned up her jeans and clasped on her bra. She smiled and reached over to give him a quick kiss, but quickly backed away before he could drag her back to bed.

“Unfortunately yes prince Durin.” And she laughed at the disgusted face he made.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not, it says so in your passport.”
“It’s a meaningless title, I never understood why we still have it.”
“What? His royal highness doesn’t sound appealing to you?”
“No not really.”
“It’s not that weird, plenty of people I know carry a title. Prince Legolas, Lady Arwen, Lady Éowyn and so on. Actually come to think of it, I think I am an odd one out.” She said as she pulled a shirt over her head.
“No, you’re perfectly normal, do remain that way.” He grumbled and sat on the edge of the bed. He mentioned for her to sit between his legs.
“Kíli I really have to go.”
“I know I am just going to braid your hair. Can’t have you show up at the palace with hair like that. His royal highness might have a stroke.” And Tauriel laughed as she took a seat. She had to admit it felt amazing having his fingers sectioning out her long tresses and weaving it into a braid.
“Fíli doesn’t seem to mind his title.” She said and Kíli laughed.
“No, but that’s because he’s the crown prince, it makes him feel important. Uncle raised his as his heir. He never minded all the stuff around it.”
“Then why do you hate it?”
“I don’t hate it per se. I just don’t always feel comfortable about it. I am a second son, a spare so nobody really cares what I do.”
“Then it shouldn’t matter that much.”
“No not really, just a lot of names to fill out on your resume.” And she laughed.
“You’re just lazy.” She said as he tied of the braid and nuzzled her neck.
“Mmmm.” Came the only response.

She stood up and smiled. Carefully she untangled her dress and rolled the fabric up so it would fit in her bag. She would straighten it when she got home. Getting her belongings together she made her way to the hallway and pulled on her jacket with Kíli trailing her steps.
“You sure you don’t need a ride?” He asked as he opened the door, his eyes slightly worried. She smiled at him, giving him a kiss.
“No it’s fine, it’s not far.”
“You sure?”
“Yes really, don’t worry Kíli.”
“Alright Amrâlimê.” He said and gave her a kiss back.

She turned around to walk down the stairs, her braid dancing behind her.
“Text me when you get home alright?” He said and she turned, blowing him a kiss.
“I will! Le melin!”
“I love you!” And Kíli smiled.
“I love you too!” And with that she disappeared.

With a huge grin he turned back to his apartment. His fished his mobile out of his pants from last night and checked any messages. His grin grew when he saw several, one from his mother and Gimli. His brother had apparently gone berserk as he scrolled through seven. His last one read:
“Ok, I give up, you and Tauriel are busy. I really don’t want to know with what. Don’t forget dinner at mum’s tonight, Gimli and family will be there. Text me once you’ve read this…at some point.”        

He laughed, quickly sending his overbearing brother a reply. He could picture Arild finding it hilarious at how inseparable they were, though he knew she was glad he had finally found himself a girlfriend. It meant him not being over their floor all the time. But he was glad his brother had told him, he’d completely forgotten about this evening, having way better things on his mind.
As he went over to take a well deserved shower he made a mental note to drag Tauriel to a family dinner, especially since it would highly satisfy his mother who had talked of nothing else.

Tauriel had found the walk back to Mirkwood Estate refreshing especially since it calmed her down. She was still giddy from everything. But she didn’t mind the happiness that flowed through her body and was quite ready to declare to everyone that her boyfriend was the best. On her way she had checked her phone for messages, finding the majority to be from both Arwen and Éowyn who were begging for details, especially when Elladan had told them that she had stayed. What did surprise her was that there were none from Legolas. He usually texted her after a night out just to check if she was okay. But she didn’t mind too much, it was probably a good sign that he decided he could trust her in Kíli’s care.

With a huge smile she entered the mansion.
“I am home!” She called out as she put down her bag, she would clean up later. Right now she was craving a cup of tea.

Gracefully she danced through the large living room to the kitchen and put on the kettle. Only once she grabbed a cup did she realize that someone was on the couch and turned around. Surprised she found Thranduil sitting there, looking at her with a rather amused look on his face. As per usual he was nurturing a glass of wine in his hand. At first she thought he looked very relaxed, something unusual. Instead of the suits he preferred to wear, he was sitting in a pair of finely cut trousers and a cashmere sweater, the Bordeaux colour bringing out the small amounts of colours in his face. But after looking at him longer Tauriel saw he looked tired and drained, his pale face white and his eyes seemed red. His normally perfectly straight hair seemed tousled as far as Thranduil was concerned. Warning bells went off in her head as she softly approached him.

But as she reached him he gave her a smile.
“Did you have a fine evening? Elrond said you were enjoying yourself.”
“Yes, I had a great evening.” She told him surprised at his tender tone.
“I am glad.” While such a genuine and heartfelt response should make her happy, it only made her more worried.
“Thranduil…what’s wrong? You are ok?”
“I am fine.” He said, giving her smile before taking a swing of his wine. But Tauriel saw through his act and within seconds she was beside him. Her green eyes looked at him slightly fearful as she felt his temperature. He didn’t seemed to be sick, but something was wrong, very wrong. Her mind started to work at top speed as she tried to go through possibilities. His travels would have gone fine. It wasn’t the anniversary of his wife’s death. Business was going fine as far as she knew, and he would never get upset about that. He really seemed to be happy that her night went fine, so he couldn’t be upset about that either. The answer seemed suddenly so clear she felt stupid for not having thought of it first. Legolas.

“Thranduil, what’s wrong with Legolas, where is he?” She asked, trying to suppress the panic rising in her throat. He looked at her with sad ice blue eyes. He gave her another sad smile.
“You’re very smart darling.” Another compliment and darling. He hadn’t called her that for years.
“Thranduil, was is going on? Are you drunk? You never get drunk. Where’s Legolas.” He put his glass down and she saw he was on his second bottle. But his ever graceful movements told her he was still quite sober. He looked so sad it made her heart cry. As much as he could be distant he was still a father figure for her and she hated seeing his so vulnerable and upset.

She was about to ask again when he stopped her.
“He made me promise not to tell you.” His low voice rumbled. “I was to distract you so you wouldn’t notice. Honestly Thorin couldn’t have celebrated his birthday on a better day.” Tauriel definitely didn’t like the sound of this, several stones seemed to have fallen into her stomach and it was getting harder to breath. She prayed that what she feared was foolish. He wouldn’t have, not without saying goodbye, it was not like him.
“Where is he?” Her voice trembled as his eyes bored into her own.
“He left…” Thranduil told her, his face in pain, struggling to say the words.
“Where?” It was a useless question, of course she knew where.
“Mordor…” the answer escaping his lips seemed to remove the final blockage and a dam inside her broke. Tears streamed down her face.

“No!” She all but shouted. She tried to find anything contradicting it in his eyes, but there was none. She didn’t think but threw himself into his arms. His strong powerful arms engulfed her holding her tight as she cried into his chest, ruining his sweater. But Thranduil didn’t seem to mind as he rocked her back and forth, channelling his devastated emotions in trying to comfort his adopted daughter.
“No, no, no.” She muttered and he held her tighter. He had long since emptied out his tear reserves. He couldn’t remember the last time he had done so since Lemaril died. Of course he had done so without anyone there. He hated to be seen so vulnerable.

They sat together for several minutes and he loosened his grip when he felt her calm down.
“When…when did he leave?” She asked, her brilliant green eyes that had captured his heart when she was a child, staring at him helplessly.
“Last night.” Within seconds she shot up, fury sparking through her.
“Last night?” She echoed, her voice shrill. “He left last night? Without telling me? He made me go to a party. He told me to have fun…and now…? He thinks this is ok?” She asked but not to Thranduil in particular. She wasn’t aware she had stood up and was pacing through the room. “He thinks he can leave and that it, we, I will be ok? When did he tell you?”
“Several days ago.”
“You knew?”
“Of course I knew he’s my son.”
“He’s my brother! Why wouldn’t he tell me?”
“To protect you Tauriel.”
“Protect me? From what? To make our parting easier? Well that hasn’t helped has it? He’s still gone and if he comes back I’ll kill him myself.”
“I agree, I found his reasons ridiculous.” Thranduil said, having picked up his glass again. Angry Tauriel twirled towards him.
“And yet you let him go! And you didn’t tell me!”
“I had promised him I wouldn’t say anything.”
“And since when do you keep all your promises?” Tauriel spat and Thranduil sent her a glare.
“I do keep them for my son.”
“That’s a new development.” She muttered and Thranduil shot up angry, looming over her. They stared at each other for several deadly seconds. Then Thranduil grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into another hug, and she felt her walls break down again.
“I know you’re angry Tauriel lellig so am I. But he wanted to go, I wouldn’t have been able to stop him even if I tried. Besides,” He said and slightly pulled her away from him so he could look at her face. “I think it might be good for him. He is feeling restless not knowing what he wants. Lets hope this will sooth his mind.”
“He could have done that any way and yet he chooses to go to a war zone, following Aragorn like a puppy and…” Suddenly something connected in her mind. Aragorn. Renewed angry bubbled in the pits of her stomach. Surely Aragorn must have know Legolas would come and support him, and if Aragorn knew then so did Arwen, with a high chance of Éowyn as well. She thought back to last night, when her friends were so adamant on making sure she had a great time, hoping she would stay with Kíli. Arwen even suggested for her to come over for a sleepover tonight, all to keep her away from the terrible truth.
“I’ve been betrayed…” She said softly and Thranduil looked at her surprised.
“What do you mean?”
“They’ve betrayed me! They knew and told me nothing. They tried to hide it from me! How dare they?” She was seething.
“Who Tauriel?”
“Arwen and Éowyn, they knew!” Fresh tears filled her eyes. She looked at Thranduil and hated the pity that reflected in his eyes. “I can’t trust them anymore.” She said and felt a strange feeling arise. She had to get out of here. She had to move and clear her mind. She tore herself from Thranduil’s steady and safe arms and went to the stairs retrieving her bag.

“Where are you going?” His deep voice asked her.
“Changing, I need to run or something, clear my head.” She didn’t wait for the agreeing reply from her foster dad. She stormed to her room and dropped herself on the large bed, looking up at the ceiling that she had painted like the night sky. She threw her bag down and glared at it from her lying position. Horrid tears leaked from her eyes, dripping down her ears onto the covers. Her phone vibrated in her pocket. She whipped it out and saw a new message from Arwen, fury rising and she felt as if she was going to be sick. How dare she!

Without thinking she dialled her number and waited. After a few rings Arwen’s voice happily answered the line.
“Hi Tauriel! How are you? I want to hear all about last night!” She chirped gleefully, which only fuelling Tauriel’s madness.
“You’ve betrayed me, you bitch! I will never forgive you!” She shouted in the device.
“Tauriel…” came Arwen’s shocked reply but angrily Tauriel cut the conversation off. She didn’t want to hear her pathetic excuses.

She remained on her bed, glaring at the ceiling, ignoring the several calls that came in of Arwen desperately trying to reach her. She didn’t want to talk to anyone, not properly anyway. She wanted to shout, god yes. She wanted to hit and kick and destroy something. It was not fair. All the happiness she had left just a little while ago had gone down to drain.
She felt betrayed, angry, sadness, and worst of all completely hopeless. A sob escaped her throat. She didn’t want to feel this way. She didn’t want to descend into this dark void of dreadful emotions. She wanted to feel happy and in peace.

Tauriel sighed as her looked over at the sleek black device that had given up ringing with missed calls. She felt bad for her next actions, she felt selfish but she couldn’t help herself. There was only one way out. She grabbed her phone and dialled in the number, trying to calm herself as she heard it ring. God she felt dreadful.  

Kíli heard his phone go off as he sat on his mother’s comfortable couch, listening to Bilbo stories. He sat his ale down as he fished his mobile from his jean pockets. He was surprised at the ringing; he hardly had phone calls, preferring texting. He only got more surprised and slightly worried when he saw Tauriel’s name flashing on the screen. He quickly excused himself and slipped into the hallway before he picked up, ignoring the questioning looks he was getting from his cousin Gimli.

“Hey darling, are you alright.” There was a sob at the other end of the line. Worried he clasped on to his phone more.
“Tauriel, baby, are you alright, sweetheart?”
“No…” her voice was small, and his heart broke at how broken and vulnerable she sounded, which was nothing like his girlfriend.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’ve been betrayed…”
“Betrayed? By who, why?”
“It’s Legolas…he’s…he’s gone…” It was as if a knife had pierced his stomach and someone was twisting it. He didn’t like the sound of this.
“Gone where?” He prayed his fears would be false.

“He’s gone…to Mordor…”
Shooting Starlight Ch.12 Gone
Chapter twelve in my fanfic that mixes The Hobbit and LOTR characters and puts them in a modern (AU) setting.

Chapter 1: 
Shooting Starlight Ch.1 Lothlorien Academy
Chapter 2: Shooting Starlight Ch.2 Caramel Macchiato
Chapter 3: Shooting Starlight Ch.3 Peace at Rivendell
Chapter 4: Shooting Starlight Ch.4 Freckles
Chapter 5: Shooting Starlight Ch.5 Amralime
Chapter 6: Shooting Starlight Ch.6 Doubt
Chapter 7: Shooting Starlight Ch.7 Choices
Chapter 8: Shooting Starlight Ch.8 Blue
Chapter 9: Shooting Starlight Ch.9 Unfair
Chapter 10: Shooting Starlight Ch.10 The Leave
Chapter 11: Shooting Starlight Ch.11 Thorin's Birthday
Chapter 12: Here

You can also find it on my account under the name Shooting in Starlight:

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I hope you all enjoy it and please comment to let me know what you think! :) (Smile)
“Come one, let me do your make-up!”
“What do you want to do?”
“Just a smokey eyes, and don’t sounds so terrified, I am great at them.”
“Won’t it be too much?”
“Taur it’s a party, and no, having eye shadow isn’t too much.” Tauriel sighed and gave her friend a smile and Arwen happily went off to get her eye shadow palette. Éowyn laughed at the raven and softly combed through Tauriel’s red locks.
“I think you two are having more fun than I am.” Tauriel told her and Éowyn grinned.
“Obviously! We love an excuse to dress you up and make you happy…” then she paused and looked down. “It makes us happy too.” Tauriel reached over to touch her hand.
“I feel bad feeling so good when you both are suffering loss, it feels wrong somehow.” Éowyn shook her head and looked straight at her through the mirror with her intense blue eyes.
“Don’t! God don’t suppress your feelings. We are happy, exhilarated in fact, to see you so in love and content. It’s been a while since we’ve seen you that way. Just because of everything that has happened doesn’t mean you can’t have fun. That’s ridiculous and I forbid you to give it another thought!” Tauriel smiled in defeat.
“I’ll try.” She promised the blonde.
“Good!” Arwen said as she reappeared with her ‘weapons’ ready.

For a while the two women worked diligently with Tauriel as their canvas. Éowyn had pulled her knee length hair into an elegant half-up with highlighting accent braids. Meanwhile Arwen had given her smokey eyes with warm brown colours that made her green eyes pop. Tauriel couldn’t believe she was the made women how was staring back at her through the mirror.
“Wow, thank you girls, you made me beautiful.” And Arwen laughed, clasping her shoulder.
“You are always beautiful love. Come on lets get you into your dress, mum and dad will be done soon.” Tauriel smirked.
“I still can’t believe your parents and grandparents were invited too, Kíli didn’t tell me.”
“He probably wanted it to be a surprise, so you won’t feel alone. Besides if everything goes bad, which I am sure it won’t, Elladan will be there too.”
“I know I’ll be fine with Kíli and even his brother and mother seem fine with me, as far as he’s told me… I am just worried about the other hundred guest… especially his uncle.”
“Don’t worry,” Éowyn reasoned, “I am sure Kíli knows best.”
“Yeah but his uncle is practically his father. What if the man hates me, I don’t want to be a source of conflict.”
“If Kíli didn’t think you were worth it he wouldn’t ask you out now would he.” Tauriel thought about that, then she nodded.
“Yeah I guess you’re right.” And Arwen and Éowyn laughed.
“We always are.” Arwen winked, then she clashed her hands together. “Come on put it on.” she eyed the dark blue fabric that lay on the bed.

Carefully as if it would crumble in her hands Tauriel picked up the silky fabric. With the help of her friends she slid into it, fastening the round halter that held the dress together around her neck. Full of excitement she turned to the mirror and gasped.

The dress still looked as good as when she first tried it on in Míriel’s store. The dress fitted her body perfectly. The top was cut in the middle, revealing some chest bone in a playful but still tasteful way. Beneath her breasts the dress pleated inwards to the centre line of the dress that highlighted her waist. As the material moved down it highlighted her hips, giving them more volume. Then the folding stopped and allowed the smooth material to flow down freely, showing off the length of her legs. The blue shinned and with her hair and make-up down, Tauriel felt like a goddess. As the other two women continued to admire her she put in a pair of delicate silver leaf earrings that completed her look.

“No one will even think about rejecting you in this, I am willing to bet on it.” Arwen told her as Éowyn agreed with her. Gratefully Tauriel looked at her friends and gave both a tight hug. As if on cue there was a knock on the door and Elladan appeared. His raven hair hung impeccably straight along his shoulders. He wore a three-piece tuxedo with a white shirt, silver vest and deep purple tie. His black jacket and pants fitted him perfectly. But his usual poker face was broken as he looked in amazement at Tauriel and she blushed at his wondrous grey eyes. Then he smiled and greeted his sister and Éowyn, before finally turning to Tauriel.
“You look wonderful.” He simply stated and she smiled and him.
“Thank you, you’re not looking too bad yourself.” Which made him smirk and he offered.
“Come on, mother and father are waiting downstairs.” She nodded and grabbed her purse, checking if she had everything. Arwen handed her, her shawl against the autumn chill and said her good byes.
“You’ll have an amazing time, I promise.” She said as Tauriel smiled, hugging Éowyn who gave her similar encouragement.
“You must tell us everything tomorrow!”
“I will! Thank you guys again.”
“Oh please, it’s fine, we had way too much with this. You enjoy it.”

Tauriel and Elladan walked from Arwen’s room but right before they turned the corner to the stairs they heard Arwen’s voice.
“And try to keep your hands of Kíli so much as possible!” and they laughed at the heavy blush spreading over Tauriel’s cheeks.

Downstairs in Rivendell’s impressive entrance hall stood Elrond and Celebrían. Elrond was dressed like his son, showing off the silver and purple Rivendell colours proudly. Celebrían looked radiant in her silver blue dress with long sleeves, with a diagonal cut across the shoulders, leaving one bare. The dress with embroidered with white gems and beads. Her white silver hair gave an ethereal glow, a trait inherited from her mother. She smiled ecstatically when she saw Tauriel and pulled the younger woman into a warm embrace.
“You look even more beautiful than last time darling. Come lets get you in the car, there’s quite a chill tonight.” With that the red head was whirled away and before she could comprehend it all they were driving towards the Erebor Estate, where the party was held.

She tried to withhold herself from wringing her hands together and playing with the rings on her long fingers. She felt so nervous and prayed that everyone would like her. Most of all she just wanted to be with Kíli right now. She had missed him for the past few days. The Mirkwood Estate was empty right now, Legolas seemed busy and she hardly saw him as if he was avoiding her. Thranduil was away on one of his business trips. She was thankful he was coming back tomorrow. His mood towards her seemed better these last couple of days he even seemed to have silently accepted her attachment to Kíli. Tauriel had no idea where this sudden change came from, but she happily welcomed it. Elladan who had reached over to squeeze her fiddling hand interrupted her thoughts. She looked up at him and he gave her encouraging smile, which she returned. If all else failed, at least she would have him and Kíli on her side, and with their support, she could get through anything.

More and more guests arrived at Erebor, all of them adding to the festive atmosphere around. Fíli and Kíli welcomed each one and led them through the large palace to the large hall at the back that they had assigned for the party. It gave access to the gardens in case people wanted the fresh autumn air and see the bright stars of the night. But what made the night especially special was the blood moon proudly displayed in the sky, which called for the celebration of Durin’s Day.

The party hall was decked out with tables for the guests leaving space for a dance floor that would be used later that night after a few ales had been spilled. Thorin together with Dís were in the hall to welcome the guests Fíli and Kíli brought and showed them happily to their seats, though most, especially kin stayed around to talk and catch up, all wishing Thorin a happy 65 birthday.

Both Fíli and Kíli wore identical tuxedos with shining black vests. Fíli’s tie was a deep red colour while Kíli was a dark blue that he prayed would match Tauriel’s dress. The brunet had been anxiously staring at the door sighing in disappointment every time someone else arrived. Fíli was finding it all extremely amusing. Arild had come along with him, decked out in a beautiful ruby red dress, her blonde curls tamed into a brilliant up-do. Her neck sparkled with the golden necklace Fíli had given her on their anniversary. She smiled happily, her brown eyes sparkling as she went to check up of the Durin brothers.

“Everything going alright boys?”
“Yeah,” Fíli answered her with a smile encircling her waist with his hand, “most guests should be here on time I reckon.”
“Kíli, where’s the girl we’re all dying to meet, your mother won’t stop talking about her to Thorin.” Kíli replied in a huff and Arild laughed.
“She’s not here yet and Kee will have a fit soon.” Fíli answered for his brother, his eyes twinkling with mirth, earning him a shove from his younger brother.

Right at that moment a sleek silver car appeared on the drive way and Kíli’s heart slammed in his throat. That could be her and he sucked in his breath in anticipation as the passenger door opened and a pair of golden heels came out. But before Kíli could see who it was, a man came to help the woman, his silver hair a dead give away. It was Celeborn and full of disappointment Kíli watched his wife Galadriel come out beside him dressed in a spectacular pale golden dress that was shot with silver beading, held together in her centre by a large shining clasp. Her golden hair glowed around her and her pale blue eyes found his.

“You are disappointed Kíli Durin.” She stated with an amused smile on her face as she and her husband came to greet them and Kíli felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He mentally kicked himself, he wasn’t allowed to nor could he afford to screw this up now, not for himself, not for Thorin, and especially not for Tauriel. So he pasted a winning smile on his handsome face. He took her slender hand and kissed it.
“Not at all Lady Galadriel. Allow me to escort you and Lord Celeborn to my uncle.” He replied and led the two elegant people through the house.
“It is great to see you again Kíli and a pleasure to meet your family.” Celeborn smiled at him.
“The same to you sir.” Kili smiled back. He then presented them the party hall where Thorin was waiting, looking majestic as ever.
With a nod Celeborn walked his way and his wife seemed to do the same until she gave Kíli one more look, gracing him with a dazzling smile of her own, and he could understand why she often had been presented as the most beautiful woman of Arda.
“My daughter and son-in-law should be arriving here soon.” She told him and glided away, highly amused, leaving Kíli with a shock expression on his face. He watched his uncle, decked out in his own tuxedo with midnight blue vest with silver tie and adorned by several Ereborian silver jewels, to greet the Lord and Lady of Lothlórien Estate. His normally wild and thick raven hair mane shit with grey, was gelled back neatly and tied into a low ponytail in his neck. Kíli smiled at his uncle’s content expression, it was clear he was enjoying himself.

Right as Kíli was about to return to the door himself he heard his brother run towards him happily with someone hastily bobbing behind him.
“Kíli, Bilbo is here!” His brother exclaimed and Kíli broke out into a huge grin. Behind Fíli the revered mister Bilbo Baggins appeared. Without a single thought Kíli ran up towards the small man and picked him up to hug him tight.
“Mr Boggins! How great to see you!” he cheered, using his old teasing name for the man, smiling widely at Bilbo, who smiled back looking overwhelmed by his welcome.
“Boys, boys, its been a while.” He said as Kíli lowered him back to the ground. He had a full head of brown curls, large dark blue eyes and a friendly face. He wore a dark blue dinner jacket, golden yellow vest with flower pattern and a light blue tie, all dressed up for a party. “That last time I saw you guys you were merely teenagers, and look at you now!” Bilbo exclaimed as he seized both young men up. “You’ve both grown so much.”
“I have, Fíli’s remained the same.” Kíli teased gaining him a shove from his brother. Bilbo laughed.
“You haven’t changed at all.” He said and then wrung his hands together looking at the party hall. “Now we’ll have the entire evening to catch up, I must go and congratulate your uncle.”

The brothers let their friend pass and happily watched as Bilbo walked over to Thorin. Thorin expression changed from happy to ecstatic when he saw his old friend appear.
“Bilbo Baggins!” His loud voice roared in happiness clasping him into a tight hug, which was quite out of character for the head of the Oakenshield Company, who only reserved such gestures for family or very close friends.

Thorin Durin and Bilbo Baggins knew each other from one of their travels. Their friendship initially started out a rocky one with their characters and values being completely at odds together. But as the years went by the two men formed a very close bond despite the ten-year age gap between them. For a while Bilbo had lived in Dale, helping Thorin with the business, especially dealing with some of the competitors such as Smaug Gold. During that time the academic Bilbo had taught at Dale University for a while. But he grew weary and wanted to acquire more knowledge. At Gandalf Grey urgings and Thorin’s disappointment Bilbo travelled to the Rivendell Estate where Elrond gave him access to the Rivendell libraries for his research. Several years back, Bilbo moved back to his hometown of Hobbiton by the Shire, and that had been the last time since anyone had seen Bilbo Baggins. But now people rejoiced at his return. The brother smiled at the fond expression Thorin gave Bilbo.
“It’s so great to see you again Thorin. All of you!” Bilbo said spreading his arms as to welcome every one. “I have someone with me who I’d like you all to meet.” And from behind him a small boy appeared who seemed no older than 12. He had Bilbo’s small build with a wild head of thick black curls. He looked up in wonder at Thorin with large pale blue eyes. “This is my nephew Frodo Baggins!” Bilbo introduced and on cue Thorin crouched down to the boys level.
“It’s an honour to meet you Mr Frodo Baggins.” He had smiled.
“It’s just Frodo sir.” The boy stammered, obviously slightly overwhelmed. Again Thorin cracked a smile and softly ruffled the boy’s hair.
“You can call me Thorin.” At this Fíli elbowed his brother.
“We have competition.” He whispered and Kíli grinned.
“He’s completely smitten!” then they laughed.

Suddenly the two eldest of Bombur many children appeared, spotting bright red hair like their father. With wide grins they took Frodo’s hand.
“Hey, you wanna come play?”
“Sure…” the shy Frodo replied before looking at Bilbo for permission, who nodded happily, not that it would have made a difference as the other two boys were in the process of dragging Frodo away. Bilbo seemed to sigh in relief.
“I am glad he can play here, he needs some distraction, he’s still going through a hard time right now.” And Thorin placed a hand on the small man’s shoulders in support. “My cousin Drogo and his wife Primula died two years ago in a boat accident and I adopted him as my own. He’s still coming to terms that he’ll never see them anymore. He blames himself sometimes, silly boy.”
“It’s understandable, it was hard for the boys as well when they lost their father.” Thorin told him and mentioned for his nephews to come over. Bilbo nodded but smiled at the brother.
“Yes, but look at them now, such fine young men, you must be very proud of them Thorin.” Thorin looked at them and smiled.
“I always am.” There wasn’t a higher compliment he could have given them.

Arild practically stormed into the hall breaking the magic.
“Are you two seriously leaving me alone at the door?” she asked her hands on his hips. With worried expressions Fíli and Kíli gave their excuses to Bilbo and their uncle and hurried back to their assigned posts, fearful of Arild’s wrath, leaving the rest laughing on their behalf.

Kíli was faster then his brother, reaching the door first but he stopped so suddenly that Fíli crashed straight into him, sending them both to the ground. Cursing Fíli tried to get back up dragging his brother with him.
“What the hell man? What was that for?” he all but shouted, but Kíli didn’t respond, instead continued to stare outside. Fíli followed his gaze. A silver Mercedes was parked outside with Elrond and his wife Celebrían having stepped out of it already. A man that the brothers assumed to be one of their sons was in the process of helping out the final passenger.

Silver strappy heals exited the car first and they firmly touched the ground. Elladan held out his hand and a slender one took it. Full of grace, a woman slipped out of the Mercedes. A long midnight blue dress hugged her slender feminine body and contrasted with her flaming her. A silver shawl that protected her from the cold shone like the stars in the sky above them. Her green eyes locked with Kíli and an amused smile formed on her lips.
“Tauriel…” Kíli muttered as if it was a question. Fíli looked over at his brother who looked like a love struck fool and he gave him a sharp jab in the ribs. This seemed to wake him up as he shook his head before looking at her again, now returning her smile. He walked over to her, took her hand from Elladan, who grinned, and kissed it.
“Welcome to Erebor,” he said with his warm brown eyes, that made Tauriel melt every time. “You look absolutely stunning.” He told her and a heavy blush formed on her cheeks.
“Thank you,” she breathed, “you’re looking handsome yourself.” And she gave him a wink. A small cough returned them to the present before they got lost in each other’s eyes. Quickly Kíli walked over to where Elrond, Celebrían, and Elladan where standing who had already greeted Fíli.
“Sorry,” he apologized as he shook their hands, “I am Kíli Durin. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Celebrían gave him an encouraging smile.
“It is great to finally meet you Kíli, Tauriel and especially Arwen, have told us so much about you.”
“Only good things I hope.” He joked as Tauriel came to stand beside him.
“Of course.” She told him before focusing her attention on Fíli. The blond smiled at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek when they greeted.
“Finally I see the girl that my brother is so obsessed about.” He grinned and she laughed.
“And I finally meet his better half.” She joked and Kíli groaned.
“Oh I see it’s going to be pick on Kíli night.” He grumbled prompting Tauriel to kiss his cheek.
“Of course!” She giggled and with a shake of his head, Kíli began to lead her inside holding her hand tightly in his.

While Lady Galadriel had already left quite an impression on the guests present they didn’t know what they had coming. As Kíli walked her into the hall a silence grew with fervent whispers filling the air as they gazed at their clasped hands. Many had of course heard rumours about one of the heirs of Thorin dating a child of Thranduil Greenwood. But of course hearing those rumours and seeing live confirmation was a completely different story. Most hadn’t been able to understand what could possibly attract Kíli Durin to someone affiliated to the Mirkwood Estate. But now gazing upon her star-like presence that mystery appeared to be solved… although she was quite slender and tall compared to the other Durin women. But probably the most convincing fact of all that showed that this wasn’t some practical joke that the young Durin was famous for, was the love that seemed to radiant between the two people. Only a blind fool wouldn’t be able to see that.

Dís happily clapped in her hands, which seemed to the break the hall out their trance and continue their festive activities and chatter. The mother made her way to her son and upon arrival immediately grabbed Tauriel’s hands and pulled her into a motherly hug.
“Oh it’s so great to finally meet you! Kíli has sheltered you away long enough.” Dís gushed happily and Tauriel looked at the small but sturdy woman in front of her. She had wild raven hair that like her brother was shot with strands of silver. Her piercing blue eyes that Fíli seemed to have inherited sparkled. All in all she and Thorin looked very much alike although Dís’ face was finer and more delicate and she radiated warmth unlike her brother’s stoic appearance.
“It’s an honour to finally meet you too Mrs Durin.” Tauriel told her and the woman laughed.
“Oh please,” she waved, “call me Dís, Mrs Durin makes me sound so old!” and Tauriel laughed looking sideways at Kíli who gave her a huge grin. But before he could pick up her hand again, Dís intervened and put Tauriel’s arm on her own.
“Come on, you’ve got plenty of people to meet.” She said as she meandered her way to Thorin. Kíli hurried after her.
“Uh mum… I can…”
“Nonsense, it’s your own fault for not bringing her around sooner.” Dís scolded him and Tauriel laughed at his sad expression. While there was no doubt Kíli had a rebellious streak, it was nothing Dís couldn’t handle. However she was rather grateful for having Kíli so close to her, who had promised to not leave her sight for the evening, especially as they got closer to Thorin. The man in question turned his brooding eyes their way as Bilbo stood beside him shifting his weight around with obvious glee.

Finally the two stood opposite each other. With her heels Tauriel had grown an extra few centimetres making her a full head taller than Thorin. But inside she felt so incredibly small as his ice blue eyes judged her. Nerves filled her body as she stuck out her hand hoping fervently that she wasn’t shaking.
“Tauriel Greenwood.” She said, relieved that her voice hadn’t cracked. Thorin shook her hand but didn’t break his eyes contact.
“Thorin Durin.” He said rather brusque.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.” She hastily said and felt herself suck in her breath as she waited for his response, trying desperately not to show the fear in her eyes. She felt that the people around her had done the same. Precious seconds ticked by and Tauriel started to feel more and more awkward. Then suddenly his lip curled and the robust man in front of her broke into a grin. He gave her hand another shake.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too Tauriel.” He said and Tauriel couldn’t resist her own smile of relief rise on her face.
“Thank you.” She said and was happy to feel Kíli’s hand in hers. He looked at her with utter happiness and similar relief. Thorin laughed at their expression
“I got you there.” He said grinning and his sister rolled her eyes.
“I will never understand your humour brother.”
“And I’d love to keep it that way,” he replied, “that makes it so much more fun for me.” And Dís gave him a playful shove. With Kíli’s mother and uncle’s approval, nothing seemed to be able to ruin their night.  

The night passed with great splendor. Tauriel enjoyed all the food that was presented to her, trying all the different types of Ereborian cuisine, most of them heavy meat dishes. She couldn’t resist stealing glances at Arwen’s family, who were all vegetarians. But they seemed to enjoy themselves nonetheless and were happily engaging in the party. They were especially enamoured by Balin and Bilbo who had taken it upon them to entertain the standing out guests.
Kíli and Fíli had been fantastic hosts and she felt extremely content among them. Arild, Fíli girlfriend, was very animated and told Tauriel tales of the brothers from when they were teenagers. She was also very helpful in explaining what everything on her plate and beyond represented.

Dinner made way for desserts and Kíli had a field day making her try all his favourite puddings, cakes, sweets until she feared she but burst out of her dress. At this commented Kíli replied that, that would be a shame for the dress she was wearing looked fabulous, something he mentioned often throughout the evening. But, he added when the rest was distracted, he was sure she would look beautiful without it as well, if not more so. He gave her a playful wink and she, though very much flattered, attempt to hide her blush by drinking her champagne.

More and more ales seemed to pop up everywhere as people had, had their fill of sweets. It didn’t take long for the background music to play louder and the make shift dance floor to fill up by guests dancing, although Tauriel wasn’t exactly sure if she could call all of it dancing. At first the music was elegant and Kíli surprised her by effortlessly gliding her along the dance floor.

“You never told me you could dance like this too.” She told him and he grinned remembering their first date, when he had dance with her at a club.
“Mum went through this phase where she wanted Fíli and I to be able to dance. I think we were still in our awkward teens and hated every minute of it, but I guess it did pay off.” And Tauriel laughed.
“It definitely did!”
“Am I impressing you milady?” He teased.
“Aren’t you always?” She replied and he laughed, pulling her closer to him so he could give her a swift kiss.
“Did you ever learn to dance?” He asked and she nodded.
“Yes, but not like this, it’s a different type of dancing, very popular in our circles.” He raised his eyebrows in curiosity.
“What’s it like?”
“If difficult to explain, it’s kind of like tap dance up not really. We call it Riverdance.” She explained and he smiled.
“Can you show me?”
“Not right now, especially not in this dress. But I will show you show time when you come over and meet my friends, we all learned. Actually Elladan can dance it too.” At the mention of her friend his face fell slightly and she noticed instantly. “What’s wrong?”
“Are you and Elladan very close?” He asked softly as if embarrassed by his own question and Tauriel laughed.
“Oh dear, you’re not jealous are you?”
“Maybe,” he challenged, “it’s sometimes just weird to think that there are people who have known you for so much longer than I have and who have shaped your life.” He said stealing a glance at Elrond’s tall handsome son, who was currently the centre of attention by most of the female in the hall.
“Elladan is a brother to me, we are very close but that’s also because he saw me grown up, there’s ten years between us. But I understand you Kíli, and I feel the same. Hearing Arild and your mother talk about you and your brother makes me almost feel sad to not have known you then, to share those experiences with you.” At her response Kíli smiled and twirled her around before firmly pressing her against him.
“Then we should focus on the shared experiences we are making now.” He murmured huskily into her ear. She grinned at him slightly flushed and kissed him.

The night went on with more alcohol and less proper dancing. Tauriel felt as if she slowly but surely started to enter a pub. Celeborn and Galadriel had taken their leave already and Elrond, Celebrían, and Elladan were about to do the same. But Tauriel was enjoying herself far too much to leave yet, and there was no way Kíli was going to let her leave yet anyway. So she said her good byes and told them to tell Arwen that she would call her the following day. She laughed as several women looked heart broken by Elladan’s leave, while the men seemed to look hopeful at his removal, though they were disappointed to discover that Elladan had left a lasting impression that no other man could compete with at least for tonight.

To escape the heat and the ever-losing control party, the two young lovers went outside where they admired the stars and fire moon. Kíli wrapped his arms around her waist as they looked up.
“Have I told you yet how beautiful you look and how lucky I am to have you?” he asked her softly as he nuzzled his face in her neck, enjoying the sound of her giggle.
“Hmmm, I don’t think you have yet.” She replied laughing and he joined.
“Well then Tauriel,” he whispered as he placed a kiss in her neck, “you are, the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld.” He muttered between kisses going down to her collarbone and Tauriel felt herself shiver in delight, butterflies spreading through her body. She turned around to face her, her own love, lust, and happiness reflected in his eyes.
“You’re very poetic tonight.” She told him as she kissed his jawline.
“That’s what happens when you find you’re muse.” He told her and she smiled against his skin. They looked at each other before crashing their lips together in a hungry kiss, her fingers travelling through his hair. After several minutes they broke apart for breath, their cheeks flushed, but their eyes were no less intense.
“Let’s go home.” He said and with a nod she wordlessly agreed.

They made their way through quick good byes and promises for meetings in the near future. Dís hugged her son and Tauriel tight as they gathered their belonging and invited them over for dinner in the next few days. Tauriel happily accepted the invitation, seeing in Dís a similar motherly figure that Celebrían had provide for her. But the couple couldn’t get through the pleasantries fast enough and where relieved when they were finally in Kíli’s car as he speed home.

Once they reached his apartment he had tried to calm himself down, but as he helped her out of the car he saw it was useless. There was currently one thing on his mind and that was getting her out of that dress. It had teased him the entire night, and Kíli, who prided himself at his self-control, had been finding it difficult to do exactly that, especially when she was looking at his suit with the same expression.

They had just entered the room and he closed the door when their kissing from the gardens resumed. He thought back on their night in Dale when he had taken her to the hill to see the stars. Those passion filled kisses had come back with even more need. As her hands found their way back into his hair he set himself the task of releasing hers from its bounds. Pin by pin did Éowyn’s creation fall apart, falling a waving strands over her shoulder. How he loved her hair. He carefully removed her earrings afraid they might get tangled up while she worked on his tie.

Somewhere between his door and bedroom he’d lost his jacket and vest, while her shawl lay in a pile of the floor.

Reaching his bed he unceremoniously sat down on it and turned her around. With nimble fingers he found the hidden zipper and slowly pulled it down. Then he stood up again, loosening the halter of the dress, before sliding it off her. He turned her back to him. She was wearing an amused smile as he admired her body. Her fingers glided over the buttons of his shirt loosening them before he impatiently tried to shrug it off. Freed, her hands explored his broad chest, softly playing with the dark hairs that lay on it. He kissed her, moving down her neck to her collarbone, nibbling at her flesh as he went along, marking her as his. Within their dance of passion, he’d lost his pants and they lay together on his bed, an entanglement of limbs.

“Kíli.” She breathed against his warm skin, holding him by his strong shoulders and he stopped what he was doing.
“Yeah?” he asked, his intense eyes on her and she swallowed her nerves away.
“I haven’t… I have never… God, I am still a virgin.” She told him, her cheeks colouring at red as her hair and she turned her head away from him, scared of his reaction. Then she heard him chuckle.
“Why?” he asked her softly, reaching out to stroke her face. “I am not going to lie, I am surprised.”
“I just never found the right person.” She told him, before trying to cover her face. ‘It’s stupid.” She muttered. Kíli’s hands found her and pulled them away from her face.
“Why are you embarrassed?”
“I don’t know, I guess because everyone expects me not to be.” Kíli’s eyebrows furrowed together.
“But that shouldn’t be embarrassing, I think it’s anything but.” Her head snapped back to him.
“Isn’t it?” she asked rather harshly but Kíli smiled at her and kissed her cheek.
“Nope, not at all. In fact…” and he rose a bit, looking her deeply in the eyes. “Do you want to do this, because I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to do? I can and will wait until whenever you feel you’re ready.” At that she smiled.
“But I am ready, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” and Kíli smiled.
“Well in that case I am very honoured milady.” And she smacked him. “Ouch! What was that for?”
“Don’t be cheesy.” She told him and he laughed.
“You should know by now that cheesy is my middle name.” and he kissed cheek again.
“You’re a fool.” She laughed and he grinned at her.
“But a cheesy fool.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”

With one final look of confirmation, Kíli hands slid down her body, leaving shivers of pleasure down her spine. At first his touch and kisses were hesitant, asking for permission but when she responded with vigorous need of her own he complied and soon they were lost within each other. Every stroke and kiss led them further into a spiral of blissful passion, claiming each other as theirs and bonding together, creating memories to last them a lifetime.

Time passed what felt like days when they finally came to rest in each other’s arms. They were grinning to each other like fools as Kíli covered them with him blankets. He reached forward and softly kissed her on her freckle-covered nose.
“Amrâlimê.” He told her and she laughed.
“You still haven’t told me what that means yet.” She told him, giving him her best pout face and he laughed, kissing her again.
“It means ‘my love’.”
“It sounds beautiful.” She said.
“As it should, you better get used to it.”
“Oh, how so?” she asked and cheekily raised an eyebrow at him.
“Because I am going to be calling you that very often from now on.” He told her and she kissed him.
“Sounds lovely.” And with that they cuddled up together ready for sleep to take them.

As she started to fall asleep in Kíli’s warm and strong arms, she hoped Legolas wouldn’t be too worried at her not returning home for the night. Either way, she would explain everything tomorrow.
Shooting Starlight Ch.11 Thorin's Birthday
Eleventh chapter in my fanfic that mixes The Hobbit and LOTR characters and puts them in a modern (AU) setting.
This is a very long chapter, but I didn't have the heart to break it down into too, so a long read, but hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1: 
Shooting Starlight Ch.1 Lothlorien Academy
Chapter 2: Shooting Starlight Ch.2 Caramel Macchiato
Chapter 3: Shooting Starlight Ch.3 Peace at Rivendell
Chapter 4: Shooting Starlight Ch.4 Freckles
Chapter 5: Shooting Starlight Ch.5 Amralime
Chapter 6: Shooting Starlight Ch.6 Doubt
Chapter 7: Shooting Starlight Ch.7 Choices
Chapter 8: Shooting Starlight Ch.8 Blue
Chapter 9: Shooting Starlight Ch.9 Unfair
Chapter 10: Shooting Starlight Ch.10 The Leave
Chapter 11: Here
Chapter 12: Shooting Starlight Ch.12 Gone

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I hope you all enjoy it and please comment to let me know what you think! :) (Smile)
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